I realize it’s been a really, really long time since I’ve talked about reading, in pretty much any capacity. Not what I’m reading (The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho and The Everlasting Man by G.K. Chesterton), or why writers must be readers, or how to read like a writer should. So I thought it would be fun today to be a bit lowkey and write something different, focused on the reading side of things. I wanted to share my favorite reading memory (and ask about yours.)
Few books have ever sucked me in the way J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter books did the first time I read them, and I distinctly, distinctly remember the day “Half-Blood Prince” came out. It was summer 2005, I was home from college, and my little sister and I had to go to David’s Bridal to order bridesmaid’s dresses for our older sister’s upcoming wedding. I knew the mail would come while we were out, and I knew my book would be in it. I COULDN’T WAIT. When we got home I ran in the house and asked where the mail was. My stepmother knew how much I’d been waiting for the book, so she told me the mail had come but my book hadn’t arrived with it. I didn’t believe her, and I was right not to. She’d stuck the book on the landing upstairs.
The best part of the story, though–and the reading moment–is what came next. My little sister was as Harry Potter nuts as me, and a friend who was supposed to bring her a copy hadn’t come by the house yet. So my sister and I went into her room, sat on her bed, and started reading my copy together. At the same time. Fangirling all over and freaking out about the first chapter. I did get frustrated, mainly because I read faster than she did and had to wait for her to finish each set of pages before I could flip to the next ones and keep going. But it was a really fun and special moment we shared that I’ll never forget!
What’s your favorite memory of reading?